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A few days ago, I squatted next to my four-year old neighbor from down the street, Toby, as he sat in his mom’s jogging stroller on the sidewalk. I asked a typical adult question, “Do you think Santa’s coming this year?” Solemn, he silently nodded. I only saw him every few months and we didn’t…

By Kaethe Kauffman. Re-printed with permission. Every ten days or so, I spoke to my spiritual counselor and she often advised me to deepen my gratitude. In our land of plenty and at a time of personal financial comfort, I tried feeling sincerely grateful for food and shelter, things I normally took for granted. Slowly, in…

Once a week, I buy a cucumber. I hadn’t realized this fact until the pandemic, when I began to order food from a grocery store for delivery to my home. This forced me, for the first time, to draw up a list of food I required: one cucumber, four potatoes, one head of romaine lettuce…

By Kaethe Kauffman. Re-printed with permission. In October, our thoughts turn to those spirits who may still roam among us. Other cultures didn’t try to keep these phantasms away, but encouraged them to stay with us, believing them to be ancestors who could help us from the beyond. The Standing Gong from North Ambrym Island…

I’ve fallen in love with Zoom and other electronic meetings. Most people I know use this novel medium for group gatherings now. I’ve come to admire our collective frontier gumption. As we’ve felt our way toward this new communal experience, we’ve become explorers.  With more people using digital get-togethers, I’ve become delighted to see us…

I’ve never envied my older sister, Marlene, until a handsome seal fell in love with her and not me. While kayaking in the Queen Charlotte Islands in western Canada, a group of friendly seals suddenly surrounded us.  After five or ten minutes, the one pictured above stayed near while the others wandered off. The seal…

Next to my urban apartment building’s back entry, seven months ago, it looked like a pizza joint’s small door probably received a fast fist punch or two. Fist-sized holes near the middle of the door exposed a cheap hollow-core structure underneath. I lived in a semi-gentrified urban area and the adjacent dance clubs attracted young…

I loved my pace, whether walking or brainstorming an idea. A lot of my identity wrapped itself around how fast my brain and body moved. During the years when I enjoyed a long partnership, he strolled as we walked. With him, I slowed down, but sped up again when on my own. When making decisions,…

It’s horrible to hate someone, like my current colleague, Josephine. She triggers me into instant fury with her insults and lies. I strategize on how to stay out of her way. When I must encounter her, I raise my mental and emotional shields. I repeat affirmations to dispel the dread she inspires in my gut.…